I started drawing again. And I actually drew a pic I'm proud of. WOO.


It's blurry because I don't have a scanner, so it's just a pic with a REALLY BAD camera, but you can see it well enough. It's my human MC from World's War, Amelia. And really, if you squint, you can see where I wrote something she (is eventually (might)) gonna say to Grash: "You staying for dinner? Or did you just come for a fuck?"

(Yes, I might put in some hot human/alien lovin'. But it's not romance in any sort - more like using each other to release tension. In fact, they pretty much hate each other. But they can still respect each other. Yeah.)

But I'm waiting as patient as any person can for next Wednesday, when I get paid, so I can buy a tablet.



yep. This one.

But i must be PATIENT. which i CAN'T BE because i'm too HYPER.

Oh well.

On the writing front, I've made some progress . . . . like, two pages. That's not enough, but I'm taking what I can.

I'm off to write, ladies and germs!

~me

HEY HEY HEY, CHICKADEES!

GUESS WHO'S BACK!

MEEEEEE!

Alright, some news:

1. I've finished my book. YES.

2. I'm starting another one. Or more . . . .

More @ 7, folks.

I'm at a point here where I can go two ways: I can get angry, or I can take out my headphones and calm the hell down. It all depends on how lazy I'm feeling at the moment . . . which isn't too lazy, actually. Headphones, please!

Alright . . . so I've nearly ditched my Blogger account for tumblr. Weird, right? I'm sorry, guys, but it's true - And I don't know why!!!

(http://no-honor-among-thieves.tumblr.com)

If you guys really wanted to know, that is . . .

Yeah. I gotta get to work. LAZY, LAZY, LAZY JINK IS LAZY! BAD BAD BAD!

_MEH_

Moo.

*yawn* Just got off another fucking shift at work . . . so tired . . . thought I'd drop a line in case anyone missed me . . . .

You Wore The Scabs Just Like An Angel

(really into The Used/Say Anything right now, just so ya know)

I know that I'm going to college soon to be a journalist, but I really HATE the news. I hate news crews, I hate the channels, and I HATEHATEHATE NEWS ANCHORPEOPLE!! THEY CAN SUCK MY NON-EXISTENT COCK!

Okay, so at work tonight, we had all these goddamn camera crews come in because we're recalling our Mayor (it's big news, but I don't really give a fuck). AND ALL THOSE BASTARDS ARE LAZY AND NEED TO GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY PLACE!!!

It's been pissing me off since I showed up there @ 3:35 (and I got let off at 8:30. Sad ain't it?)

But I've been having one of Those Days. You know, where everything sucks monkey balls and pisses you off? That was my day today. SUCKY.

I'M ON PAGE 141! HUZZAH!

~jINK

And I Know How It's Going To End

Jesus, guys, I had the craziest dream last night. It had the Umbrella Academy in it (and Abe Sapien for some reason . . . which I don't think I want to know). And I just got reminded of it by my figurines:












(Rorschach hiding behind a kitty!)

Yeah, I'm a dork - I have UA, HB, and Watchmen figurines guarding my pieceashit desk. But it's all fun.

And anyways . . . . I'm tired. I'm going to bed, so I can get good sleep (uhg . . . work tomorrow). I just felt like saying hey and all that . . .

~Jink

Sold My Soul To Stop The Pain

dear God, I'm being so lazy. I've pulled out the old VHS tapes and started watching these old movies from the ninties - like Anastasia:


Or The Huncchback of Notre Dame:

(back when Disney actually used to be good.)

Seriously, I've barely written all day. Instead, I've knit for my hard drive:

(anyone, name ideas? Submit a name for Hard Drive!)


(this is actually some pretty fucking nice blue tweed my friend Rao brought for me from Ireland. It's itchy as hell, but as I said, it's still fucking nice.)

I really need to get on my writing (I have 113 pages written so far, but I got TWENTY done last weekend).

But anyways, anyone know of the "To Write Love On Her Arms" movement? I just totally joined in.

(The aftermath is secondary, too! The other bracelet is from my Gramma.)

It's supposed to help support those who suffer with addiction, depression, and to help people who cut themselves or attempt suicide (so basically, me and all mu suicidal glory). It's actually pretty awesome. Thought I'd spread the word . .

You know what? You guys know the judge guy from the Disney Hunchback of Notre Dame?

He's gay. I just totally see him as a gay pervert, hitting on chicks just to prove he's not gay to himself. I hate his face.

~Jinkied

It's Just Past 8 And I'm Feeling Young And Restless

I'm sorry, but I've actually been on a Fall Out Boy/Panic! At The Disco kick for the past couple days. Maybe add a little bit of The Used in there, but I'm all music'd up.

I AM HAPPY TO ANNOUNCE THAT I HAVE REACHED 101 PAGES.

Go here, (http://no-honor-among-thieves.tumblr.com), my blog on Tumblr. I KNOW, I DEFECTED, BUT THIS ONE IS MORE GENERALIZED.

Okay, now i'm turning off my internet so i can concentrate on WRITING . . .

'Cuz All Those Good Times, They Give You Cancer

I'll be truthful for a moment: I do have my weaknesses. And one of them happens to be this little burger joint down the block that has AMAZING fries and chicken. So I treat myself every once in a while, and it's excellent comfort food.

Usually, my 'rents are cool with it. They know I have trouble being in a small house with lots children.

Today, however, my dad basically threatened to beat me if I went out again.

Nice, right?

And let's point something out here: I may take myself out to eat some nights, but at least the other nights I actually eat real food. My sister eats fucking Ramen for every single meal. It's unhealthy.

So I get to sit here and "feel guilty" while everyone else noms on my mom's chicken (which is okay, I guess, but I don't like chicken wings. Too many bones).

Which I'm doing, to be honest. I feel guilty. But you know what? I feel betrayed, too. Not only do my parents lie to me all the time, they use me as a tool to fight with each other.

For example, two days ago, my mom promised to take us out to eat as a family. Which we never do, so it was gonna be a real treat. It was also on a Tuesday, so I asked if we could do it before I went to work. Mom said yes, then changed her mind and said she'd order pizza when Dad got home. But when I got home from work, there was no food to be found other than a loaf of nuclear meat loaf and a snarl that sounded like, DON'T EVEN MENTION PIZZA!

And the weekend before, I got up on a Sunday at 4AM to help Mom with my brother's paper route because he was sick. So I helped, but only because Dad woke me up and told me to help Mom. And when I got outside, Mom's all, "WTH you doin'? You 'sposed to be asleep!" and I told her that Dad told me to help her and she got all snotty, and when Dad came out (when we were practically DONE), she started yelling at him and got all mad at me for helping her.

Clearly, me and my parents need to have a talk. We need to talk about their behavior of late, and tell them that if they don't clean up their act, I'm saying "Screw it!" and going to college out of town. I'm sorry, but I'm not sticking around if I have to just so I can deal with their shit.

And really, I've had one of THOSE days. I needed something good, and my 'rents want to go primeval on me.

Well, I'm gonna go. I have a novel to write, so I can get my ass out of Nebraska.

~Jinkies

Baby, What's It Like To Be Alone?

Dear Mr. Derek Landy,

You must speak with the US Barnes and Noble. It seems that your wonderful books are not for sale here - at all. This is most displeasing, as I seem to be in love with your books, and would like to finish the series.

Love, Jink.

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Dark Days has been out for A YEAR, Mortal Coil came out a month ago, and the sixth book is almost publish. AMERICA, WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? WHY NOT YOU PUBLISH THEM HERE? YOU CAN SUCK MY HAIRY COCK, YOU MALICIOUS BASTARD!

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Sorry about that. I had to get it out somehow, y'know?

Well . . . . yeah.

~Jink'd

Then We Just Get Up And GO!

Yeah, I'm listening to MCR once again. It's all good in the hood, though. No one really pays attention to me in the mornings, until about noon when everyone wants to go somewhere and Mom's all "oh, you gotta CLEAN!" and I end up cleaning the house because everyone else is lazy.

I've been working on my story, Thin Lines for the past week. I'm up to chapter 16, and I'm quite pleased. I might actually make it with this one! I hope I do - I have about fifty people who know I'm writing a book, and I'll look like a fool if I don't ever finish it.

But I've only been able to write this much because I haven't had to work this week. Yeah, they've been closed for their bi-yearly break to renovate. Thank GOD, actually. I was pretty out of it last time I went, and they thought I was sick New Year's Eve, and I'm gonna tell 'em that I was hopped up on cough syrup for the night.

. . . .

I need more people to talk to. I'm serious - no one likes e-mailing me anymore. And I'm going to go CRAZY up in here, thanks to the snowstorm that'll snow us in for the next couple of days.

But at least I have my writing, right?

~Jink

What's This?

The last day of vacation bitches! It's more depressing than anything I've ever seen. I have fifty different things I need to be doing, but I'm not doing any of it.

School tomorrow is gonna suck. AP Bio, AP English, and Honors News? I'm just ASKING for anal rape here. (not really - rape is not funny children. DON'T DO IT).

I want to draw a meme for deviantArt, but I lack a couple things for the job . . . LIKE A SCANNER. I can't post PICTURES of pics, because then you just look lame. D: I cry many tears.

But I DO have something funny to post:

FAMOUS LAST WORDS:

1. "Dudes, hold my beer and watch this!"
2. "I swear, it'll be funny."
3. "There's no such thing as ghosts!"
4. "I bet I can go faster than you."
5. "Wait, what?"
6. "Hey, look! A haunted campsite! Let's sleep HERE!"
7. "It's easy. Just tuck and roll."
8. "Does this thing have gas in it?"
9. "Is it loaded?"
10. "There's NOTHING IN THE WATER!"
11. "Hey, did you just see that?"

Me, Kira, n' Scoffy came up with most of these. Some of them are funny, some aren't. if you have a couple, leave them in a comment.

Okay, I'm off to take care of a few things. My loves, I bid you all farewell for the time being.

~Jinked (as in, "YOU'VE BEEN JINKED!")

I'm On My Way To Better Days

Okay, so I've been doing a lot of shit since you've seen me last. It's been Christmas (which was pretty badass, actually), and now it's New Year's. Another year come and gone for my sorry self.

But I hauled in some great loot on the 25th. Best of it all: SOCK YARN . . . AND A PORTABLE HARDDRIVE FOR MY NETBOOK! 320 GB of free space, bay-beeeeeee! His name is Apollo, and he is mine. :D He makes me smile

But other than that, I haven't done much. But for the past week and a half, my internet was ZILCH. And today, it decided to come back with a vengence. Which I don't know . . . is either a good thing or a bad thing.

I've been able to write LOADS over Christmas break. Forty pages, guys! And I have so many fantastical ideas! (one of which is that I will NOT be naming my first book "Honor Among Thieves" like I thought - that's the second book. The first shall be known as "A Thin Line", which will go on about how each character has their own thin line that they must eventually cross). But since my internet came back, I've been doing stupid shit like reading fanfiction and browsing deviantArt for Hunger Game crap. I CAN'T HELP IT THE SHIT'S ADDICTING.

And seriously, I've been up since five AM, and I haven't changed out of pajama pants OR eaten breakfast. And it's fucking NOON. I'm such a dork.

But I'm also at a bit of a crossroads, to be truthfully honest. I'm trying to figure out how to work out the romance b/t two characters. And I'm afraid to show this to Z, what with it's horrible truths and all that fun (like I said, it's everything I've ever written in one book, so think Electricity (minus the BPRD), plus Molotov Cocktail (minus the Umbrella Academy), plus The Hybrid Chronicles (which I finally realized I was spelling wrong), and a sprrinkling of I Lost The Game.) Should be a crazy trip, eh?

But I may send it to him . . . have to make sure I have the right e-mail address first, though . . .

Well, you're not getting a countdown this year like last. I'm actually GOING to youth group so I can kick some major ass in laser tag and possibly hang out with people my own age for once . . . .

Well, I hope you're happy with this wonderful post. My ass hurts, and I have a House marathon to get back to. Happy fucking New Year.

~Jink

(I just realized . . . . this might be my last post of 2010. Nice.)

Do I Get Killed By The Questions Like A Cancer? Or Do I Get Buried In The Silence Of The Answer?

Okay, I was going to go all "HAPPY HOLIDAYS" on everyone, but since I have no internet connection and I'm hijacking the family comp to do about three billion things, I only have time to say a few things:

MY BROTHER IS COMING HOME FOR CHRISTMAS.

I AM BORED.

SOMEONE SAVE ME.

Thank you. Happy holidays (if you don't hear from me again).

~Jinkies

I've Got Troubled Thoughts And A Self-Esteem To Match

Aren't I a catch?

Love that Fall Out Boy . . .

anyways, I'm a bit better after the last post. No, I will not delete my things. Instead, I'm taking a well-deserved break from the field of fanfics.

Instead, I have a new story to be working on: Honor Among Thieves. Sounds good, no?

It's the serious combination of everything I've ever written.

It pleases me greatly.

Alright, I gotta go - it's snowing, and I'm praying to the gods for a snow-day tomorrow. (please guys? huh? please?) I'll post some sturff tomorrow.

~Jinkies

So Why Care For These Petty Obsessions?

I am the world's most hapless writer.

I don't even know why I fucking bother anymore.

Alright, so I don't really have to come clean with my Daimio obsession, since it's the worst kept secret this side of the Illuminati. And for those who've read my latest story, I have a bit o' romance tossed in.

Well, aparently, I SUCK at romance.

So, after sleeping on it, I might just delete the damn thing and keep the blog. Well, screw it - I'll delete the blog, too. I suck at writing. Seriously, who let me near a keyboard? Huh?

I'm so depressed . . .

As of now, I'm swearing off my fanfiction. No more. Why? because I'm sucking at it and people don't give a rat's ass about it. I've met some truly inspiring authors, and I could never get my writing up to their caliber.

So why bother trying anymore? Why care for my petty obsessions?

~Jink

You Had To Be A Big Shot Last Night

Seriously, never underestimate Billy Joel. He's pretty kickass for 80's music.

Guys, I am a serious creeper. I have a list of guys I would trap in a harem for my own enjoyment and pleasure. The worst part? I just told someone from my news class about it because, as it turns out, SHE has one, too.

(She's got it pretty bad, though - she has pictures of all of them on her computer.)

But yeah, I'm so crazy with this . . . . . but it's all cool, I guess. We all have our eccentricities . . . .

But she wants ME to put photos of all of them on my computer, and I don't feel comfortable doing that in class. I'm worried someone's gonna peer over my shoulder and catch me in the act.

God, I had to be a big shot, didn't I? I just had to tell her about my harem.

Sigh.

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(warning: contains knitting crap!)

In other news, I'm at a knitting loss. I want to knit something BIG . . . but I have not the yarn. I have to wait until after Christmas, according to meh parents. BUT I WANT TO DO IT NOW. Growl.

I'm actually working on two things: a panda hat for my friend Censor (who asked for one a couple weeks ago and I plan on making it one of her Christmas presents), and *shudder* a pair of purple baby socks for my pregnant friend, Tasha. Those I have to work on at home so no one insutls my knitty masculinity.

(the knitty has ended, for those who don't care for my hobbies)

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To Gerard Way, the best big shot of them all

~Jinked

Back In Town

Okay, as I've said, I'm back. With something that really pisses me off.

I've read - er, listened to - some amazing works by this guy, James Melzer (@ http://jamesmelzer.net/). The first thing I listned to, ESCAPE, was kickass. It was probably the best zombie novel I've ever heard of.

Since it's so awesome, God has decided that Mr. Melzer doesn't have to update anymore.

I'm serious: the man hasn't updated in MONTHS. Yeah, I know he's busy, but it'd not hard to stop for twenty minutes, read a part of what he was written, and post it for me to listen to. Is it? okay, never mind, it might be . . .

But I need me some zombie-novel goodness. This man is GENIUS.

Alright, I know I bored you enough for the day.

~Jink

You're Not Dead Yet, So Live Like You Could Be

hey guys! Who missed me and my anti-social behavior? Well, I'll fill you in on all the fun crap I've been going through:

1. As you can see, I changed my blog. Shazza and D. know that this is the name of the band that my character Izzy traveled around with in THC, and I figured it'd be a catchy name for my blog.

2. I knit my brother's girlfriend a pair of socks. I finished said socks with my sanity barely intact. Congratulate me.

3. I'm starting a new project. It's gonna be a blanket-type thing, and it's gonna be made out of squares and rectangles. I'll take a pic for you sometime.

4. I made puppy-chow. You know, the Chex thing with chocolate, PB, and powdered sugar? I made it for my News class (so I don't get any).

5. MY SENIOR YEAR IS HALF-OVER, THANK GOD.

6. I'm donating blood tomorrow. I don't know what I was on when I decided this, but I'm doing it.

7. . . . . okay, that's it, I guess. Nothing else has happened.

Okay, I lied: something else DID happen. But it's so horrible and embarrassing . . . I think I just totally scarred a kid with cancer for life. But I don't feel like talking about it.

But anyways, this is so you guys know I haven't died or offed myself yet.

Blehrg.

So, yeah.

I'll post something later.

~Jinkies du Mort

You've Got A Hollow-Point Smile

God, I'm bored. Like, for real. It's the last day of Thanksgiving vacation, I'm wearing pajama pants for the third day in a row, and I'm dying of boredom.

What I would do - no, who I would kill - to get some good wool and make my own goddamn SWEATER. I wanna make one so bad! But I need more yarn for it! Which I don't have!

Okay, instead of angsting about this shit, I'm gonna go do something . . . . I dunno. I'll watch a movie.

~Jink the bored

(iViva la Jink! someone write me!)